Whiskered Men With Bombs Songtext
von Outer Darkness

Propaganda of the deed
Arbitrary sea of blood
Destroy the old world, of kings and tyrants

An atmosphere of ritual murder
Dynamite liturgy

Dark clouds gathering, heralding storm
Air is sultry, pregnant with lightning

Clowns and spellbinders
Spit upon, our own rebels
Their doomed insurrections

To the humble country, the lazy hearts
The ancient ears, the souls that lie
Health is in you, the screw of garrote
Our collars tighten as we sing this hymnal

We live on
In the realm of martyrs, beds of roses


Now a violent scene. 1920
Entrails strewn on gilded wagons
Nassau street

Oh, What Bloodshed!
Against a gloomy background of anguish
The dawn of redemption

Blessed are the peacemakers, come unto me
The oppressed masses, masks of progress
Panic amid a ghastly scene of wreckage
An endless siege

One must be either a dunce or a rogue
Ask yourself, "what must be done?"

To achieve a Free Society
Ridden of our vampiric masters
What is Our Answer, they ask? Wait till you see
Sirens of shrapnel
Whiskered Men With Bombs

Shouting vengeance upon
The scourge of the weak
The lash of hunger
Strikes the beasts of property